"Well." Reid sounds a little out of breath and Mikey privately agrees with him. That was, um, good.
Next to them both, Alicia stretches like a cat, arching her back and laughing at them both when they sort of helplessly can't not look, even though Mikey thinks it'd take a bit of a miracle for either of them to keep going right now.
She sits up on her knees and surveys the bed, glorious in the half-dim light sifting through the blinds and Mikey keeps looking, looking and looking.
"You know, your wife is really very--" Reid sounds just as breathless as Mikey feels, and Mikey nods, then (with a superhuman effort) manages to turn over onto his side so he can look at Reid too.
"You're not so bad either," he says, reaching out and slowly sliding one finger down Reid's chest. He's not lying--Reid is lean in a way that makes Mikey feel a little narcissistic to appreciate (or makes him think of Gabe, just, that tall-and-skinny, right?).
Reid catches Mikey's hand and grins, open and warm.
"Maybe hold that thought," he says. "Just for an hour or so."
"Boys are weaklings," Alicia announces airily, and Mikey quirks an eyebrow at Reid, who nods, sitting up.
"You could lie down?" he suggests, and Alicia does, smirking at them both.
"And, like--" Mikey adds, moving so he can touch at her knee, stroking upward.
"We have to coordinate this," Reid says absently, and moves Mikey so, hey, this works, they can both reach to touch Alicia. Touch and kiss and hmm, maybe it won't take them an hour.
But for now it's all her, and Mikey keeps his eyes open as he moves up to lick where she's so wet, still, because watching Reid and Alicia kiss, it's too fucking gorgeous to be real.
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Date: 2009-10-10 02:15 pm (UTC)"Well." Reid sounds a little out of breath and Mikey privately agrees with him. That was, um, good.
Next to them both, Alicia stretches like a cat, arching her back and laughing at them both when they sort of helplessly can't not look, even though Mikey thinks it'd take a bit of a miracle for either of them to keep going right now.
She sits up on her knees and surveys the bed, glorious in the half-dim light sifting through the blinds and Mikey keeps looking, looking and looking.
"You know, your wife is really very--" Reid sounds just as breathless as Mikey feels, and Mikey nods, then (with a superhuman effort) manages to turn over onto his side so he can look at Reid too.
"You're not so bad either," he says, reaching out and slowly sliding one finger down Reid's chest. He's not lying--Reid is lean in a way that makes Mikey feel a little narcissistic to appreciate (or makes him think of Gabe, just, that tall-and-skinny, right?).
Reid catches Mikey's hand and grins, open and warm.
"Maybe hold that thought," he says. "Just for an hour or so."
"Boys are weaklings," Alicia announces airily, and Mikey quirks an eyebrow at Reid, who nods, sitting up.
"You could lie down?" he suggests, and Alicia does, smirking at them both.
"And, like--" Mikey adds, moving so he can touch at her knee, stroking upward.
"We have to coordinate this," Reid says absently, and moves Mikey so, hey, this works, they can both reach to touch Alicia. Touch and kiss and hmm, maybe it won't take them an hour.
But for now it's all her, and Mikey keeps his eyes open as he moves up to lick where she's so wet, still, because watching Reid and Alicia kiss, it's too fucking gorgeous to be real.